The Wind Whistles While My Heart Whimpers
The wind whistles through the swaying trees
Leaves rustling then slowly falling
From here on, my heart whimpers with memories
Of yesterday's joy and the present's longing
Our story ended yet I still write pages
Pondering on what could have been
And we built our own confining cages
With hands of pure hubris, we cemented the walls within
The waves of the ocean no longer cleanse away
The pain and sorrow here on my shore
For it only brings storms this way that darken the day
Until all my sand castles crumble and stand no more
I craved for much warmth that I let myself burn
To the flames of passion turned to fading ember
Leaving only ashes and a lesson to learn
A reminder that I must always remember
Were we destined to fall apart?
Was our tragic fate already inscribed?
Perhaps, we're just meant to play out a part
And let this end happen, with no winner in mind
And every time that the wind is whistling
I remember our time and what we used to be—
Blooming in love like an efflorescing Spring
Now my heart whimpers at what we failed to be
Article by: Mx. James Patrick Quesada, The Catalyst SciTech Editor
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Literary